Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming

In order to test his Golden Body Spell, Jiang Tang entered the space and began to farm the land.

This time, he plowed an acre of land at twice the speed he had before, and his qi didn't become disordered!

He then let Little Blue Ox bump into him, and when Little Blue Ox used its horns to nudge him, Jiang Tang didn't feel any pain at all.

Heh, the Golden Body Spell was a success.

After harvesting the ripe Spirit Grass, Jiang Tang plowed the five furrows of land with Little Blue Ox, sowed new seeds, watered, and fertilized before finally leaving the space.

Seeing that the time for the duel of magic and martial arts was approaching, Jiang Tang hurriedly washed his face and rushed to the arena.

Du Long had been waiting at the arena for quite some time.

Since he was somewhat notorious as Little Overlord, the moment he stepped onto the stage, he immediately attracted the attention of a cluster of servant disciples who had snuck some free time early in the morning to wander around.

Which unlucky sod is going to duel in magic and martial arts with this Little Overlord?

Out of curiosity, some approached to check the dueler's contract that appeared automatically on the arena's light screen, and upon discovering it was Jiang Tang, the recent winner of the top position at the agricultural fair, they couldn't help clicking their tongues in surprise.

Clever boy, he's definitely going to be squeezed dry by Du Long.

As the time agreed upon in the contract approached and Jiang Tang was still nowhere to be seen, the watching servant disciples began to whisper among themselves.

"Could it be that Jiang Tang is planning to run away?"

"Doesn't he know the rules? A no-show is considered a forfeiture, making him a loser without honor."

"Anyway, it's none of our business; just here to join the fun."

"..." "..."

Just when Du Long thought Jiang Tang was going to forfeit, Jiang Tang came running over, panting heavily.

"I, I went to the latrine, sorry, sorry for being late," Jiang Tang walked onto the stage with an embarrassed grin.

After a brief silence, everyone burst into roaring laughter.

They're probably thinking he was scared pissless.

"Cut the crap and make your move," Du Long suppressed his laughter, looking at Jiang Tang with mocking eyes, "I, Long, will let you have three moves."

This scrap of a third level Body Refinement, no matter how much he fusses about, he won't be able to defeat him.

Jiang Tang summoned a stalk of Spirit Grass and consumed it to recover his strength; then, he brought out his weapon for today's fight.

A hoe.

When they saw this muddy hoe, the disciples who had stopped laughing burst out in laughter once more.

Du Long stared coldly at Jiang Tang, and the words that came from his mouth seemed somewhat through gritted teeth—

"You little punk, who are you looking down on?!"

This guy actually brought a hoe used for digging to a fight!

"Ah, well, this Magic Artifact just happens to be it. There's nobody saying that in a duel of magic and martial arts, you must use swords, spears, halberds, right?" Jiang Tang scratched his head.

In reality, he could barely even lift those weapons, let alone use them... haha, without a manual or a cultivation technique, what's the use?

Du Long, with a grim face, summoned a longsword, charged his Spiritual Power, stepped forward, and slashed toward Jiang Tang.

That was a low-ranking Yellow-Level Spiritual Artifact he had recently snatched; it was more than enough to deal with this kid.

Out of instinct, Jiang Tang raised the hoe to block.

The sword qi from that longsword was thus nullified by the hoe.

Du Long was taken aback and simply employed the swordsmanship technique he had recently been practicing, stepping forward to rush at Jiang Tang.

The longsword struck Jiang Tang, who couldn't dodge in time, but it only left a shallow scratch.

Du Long's wrist winced from the recoil, feeling numb and tingling, nearly causing him to drop the sword.

He took a step back, sizing up Jiang Tang from head to toe, and suddenly remembered that this chap had visited the Scripture Pavilion three days ago.

Could it be that this guy has successfully cultivated a technique?

"Senior brother, it's only fair to return the favor, now it's my turn," said Jiang Tang, unfazed by the pain due to his initiation into the Golden Body Spell. With a slight smile, he raised his hoe and smashed it toward Du Long.

Du Long resisted with his sword, but he hadn't anticipated Jiang Tang's seemingly tall and thin figure to possess such immense strength. With the hoe coming down, Du Long's sword instantly split apart.

And on Du Long's nose, the hoe left a deep bloody gash.

The servant disciples all gasped in shock.

It couldn't be real.

An iron hoe without any grade actually damaged a low-level Yellow-grade Spiritual Artifact?

Wiping the blood on his hand, a killing intent rose in Du Long's heart, no longer holding back, he mustered all his Spiritual Power and struck at Jiang Tang.

Seeing this, Jiang Tang immediately resorted to the Immortal Sect Spell, maneuvering flexibly according to the moves spelled out in the technique to fight Du Long.

The Immortal Sect Spell was an exclusive cultivation technique that every disciple of the sect had to learn upon joining. If one failed the mental comprehension test, they'd have to say goodbye during the entrance assessment.

This was the only technique Jiang Tang could show off.

A few days ago, when he was practicing the Golden Body Spell, it suddenly dawned upon him that he still remembered the Immortal Sect Spell after three years of farming, which he had almost forgotten.

So, over the past three days, Jiang Tang had carefully recalled the technique he had memorized during late-night study sessions, barely managing to invoke the technique and maneuvers.

Thanks to the refinement from the Golden Body Spell and Spirit Grass, Jiang Tang's physique looked frail but was in fact robust.

Even with Du Long exerting all his strength, he could only leave superficial scratches on Jiang Tang's skin, without even drawing blood.

On the contrary, Du Long had hurt his wrist from the recoil of his own Spiritual Power, so much that he couldn't hold onto his sword.

Finally, when another sword strike reflected back, Du Long's sword fell to the ground.

And his hand hung under the sleeve of his robe, trembling.

"Senior brother, why are you going soft now?" Jiang Tang raised an eyebrow.

He was inwardly laughing with joy.

It seemed practicing the Golden Body Spell was the right choice; it didn't hurt at all when getting hit.

"Damn kid, are you playing tricks?" Du Long cursed furiously, his anger making him break into profanity.

Being beaten up by someone at the third level of Body Refinement was too humiliating.

"I'm not cheating," Jiang Tang shook his head.

"Long, I keep my word, I won't come looking for you in the future. But you brat, don't be too smug! I will return today's humiliation!" Du Long sneered as he picked up the completely broken longsword and quickly left the arena.

As the entertaining fight ended, the crowd dispersed.

Jiang Tang shrugged his shoulders.

It looked like there would still be trouble. Oh well, it was time to go back; the crops in his field had ripened quite a bit.

After leaving the arena, Jiang Tang hurried back to his courtyard, entered the space, and began to harvest the mature crops in the two-acre field.

Halfway through the harvest, he suddenly heard a strange noise.

He turned around to look and caught sight of Little Blue Ox lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth, eyes filled with pain.

"Come on, little guy, what did you eat?" Jiang Tang was startled and hurriedly dropped his sickle to check on the ox.

He saw Little Blue Ox had vomited a peculiarly shaped flower. After picking it up and identifying it, he couldn't help but laugh, "I told you not to be greedy. This is poisonous; I planted it for self-defense, and you ate it."

As it turned out, this was a type of poison grass in the Spirit Field. According to ancient texts, grinding this poison grass into juice could produce various highly toxic pills.

He had planned to use this stuff to concoct pills or poisonous powder for self-defense in the future.

After planting it, he didn't confine Little Blue Ox, allowing it to graze in the first acre of the field with the finest Spirit Grass. Little Blue Ox kept grazing until it encountered the poison grass.